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Of course we are not much in love with the officials of justice, from 
one of Mr. Peel’s red-breasted guardians of the peace up to the home 
secretary himself. We do not think that the hangman, though an un- 
doubted essential in a civilized country like ours, where every body 
learns every thing, has a happy time of it. And yet we are not disposed 
very bitterly to whine over the trickery that entangled M. Labedoyere. 
What was the conduct of that exemplary patriot himself? He was as 
base and infamous a traitor as ever France, in her republicanism gene- 
rated, to turn slave and lick the footstool of a tyrant. When Napoleon 
was flung into banishment, this rascal was patronized by the king, placed 
high in rank in the army, and made immediate commander of a military 
force. What was his honour thenceforth? He took the very first op- 
portunity of breaking his oath, revolted, and rode off with his whole 
regiment te the Usurper. He finally fell into the hands of justice, and 
he paid the penalty due toa liar, a slave, anda traitor. So may every 
man perish who plays the traitor! So may he find man unsafe, con- 
fidence a burlesque, honour a dream, and nothing true but the stern 
punishment that he has earned at the hands of his country! 
Origin of the Anglesea Family. 
« Srr.—You forget, in your genealogy of Lord Anglesea, that his 
father’s name was Bailey, and that the name of Paget, though not 
ancient, is»still far more so than anything from which Lord Anglesea 
can paternally claim descent. The Baileys were, a few years ago, small 
farmers in Wales, like the Hughes, Williams, &c.; and, like them, 
found a mine on their little barren plot of ground. On this, one got a 
Baronetcy, and marrying a distant relation of Lord Paget, of Beaudesert, 
she, by the death of her male relations, eventually became his sole heir. 
On this, Sir Nicholas Bailey, the present Lord Anglesea’s father, took 
the name of Paget, and forgot the ‘ Bailey’ as much as he could. 
« Your obedient servant, B. B.” 
Now this we think not fair, though it is true enough. Heaven help 
us from a turn for genealogy hunting. Swift said, with his usual know- 
ledge of affairs, “ I never look into any man’s pedigree if I mean to 
know him, nor into his kitchen if I mean to dine with him. I am sure 
to be sick in both cases if I do.” It is no blame to the poor Marquis of 
Anglesea if his father was of the Gld Bailey descent, a descent, how- 
ever, which though constantly supplied, leaves few heirs in the right 
line. Wis father might have been a tailor for anything that we or the 
world care. At the same time that we have a considerable objection to 
the living representative’s showing the meekness of that useful and 
sedentary race. 
We are not sure that out of the whole corporate body, which is com- 
posed of so many fractional parts of man, any one fragment of huma- 
nity would have taken a master’s treatment with such humble gratitude. 
If ever there was a man turned out of employment, at a minute’s notice, 
with less ceremony and more ease, than this son of Old Bailey, we will 
be soused gurnets. With the Duke it was a word, and blow; “ Veni, 
vidi, and out with him.” The whole being done with the rapidity of 
“ parade, right-about face.” The Marquis was, certainly, as summarily 
sent about his business as any hussar within memory ; and he took it, at 
